Chapter 1028: Intimidation
Among them, one cyan-colored great hand was the most fierce, carrying strands of yin energy, as if a Ghost Emperor had been resurrected. It was the first to reach out, grabbing toward Ye Tong's body.
This cyan hand was several hundred zhang long, like a mountain collapsing downward, suffocating all. It was undoubtedly a Dao-Cutting King, and exceptionally powerful at that.
Attacking a junior like this was extremely extreme, clearly intending to commit extermination, burying a genius in the cradle of growth, denying him any chance to rise.
Ye Tong reacted swiftly. Solar essence fire flickered beneath his feet. He had cultivated the Stride Art passed down by Ye Fan to a certain level, combining it with his own foundation, moving like a Golden Crow soaring across the sky. In the narrowest margin, he evaded the Dao-Cutter's lethal strike!
The void was like a windowpane, torn apart by several great hands. Four or five Dao-Cutters struck from front to back, their identities unknown, cutting across the heavens to launch a killing blow.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths trembled together. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth resonated. Each person's technique involved the power of order. Divine chains pierced through the void, weaving into a brilliant world of Dao principles.
"How dare you!"
From afar came a great shout. Dongfang Ye acted. He stood on the mountain without moving, opened his mouth, and spat out a surge of Barbarian King blood essence. It transformed into a mountain that fell, crashing down in midair.
Like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, the innate essence blood within the Barbarian Divine King was unparalleled. It was like a star exploding, sending out tens of millions of ripples that swept in all directions.
"Who dares touch my nephew? You're all tired of living!" the Barbarian Divine King roared. His true body descended, hair flying wildly, like a barbarian becoming a god.
He swung his fists and kicked, stirring up winds and clouds in all directions. Even mountains dozens or hundreds of li away exploded. He was like a War God descending to the world.
In the distance, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He knew that with these old friends here, he probably wouldn't need to act.
Since Tong Tong dared to come here, he must have informed some uncles and elders. The little one had grown up, knowing how to leverage connections and resources, not acting on impulse alone.
"The Barbarian Divine King has made his move. Back then, he was a sworn brother of Ye Fan. These Dao-Cutters want to strangle a genius—it won't be easy."
"The War God bloodline of the Southern Ridge is second only to the Human Sacred Body. Now, with his physical toughness and combat power, he's hard to match!"
People exclaimed softly. The duel between two young prodigies had triggered a standoff among Dao-Cutters, pushing the atmosphere to the breaking point.
"Roar..."
A long howl echoed from afar. Demonic energy surged skyward. A patch of purple mist spread, launching an attack immediately. A blurry figure was hidden within, only its eyes sharp as lightning, divine light shooting through the haze!
"The Heavenly Demon King has also acted. He's another old friend of the Sacred Body, now renowned across the world. Who dares to challenge him?"
"The Heavenly Demon Body back then was congenitally deficient. Before birth, it was ambushed in the mother's womb, taking decades of bitter effort to recover its talent. Now that it has cut the Dao, it's like a Demon God reincarnated!"
Yao Yuekong struck, unleashing the Heavenly Demon God-Slaying Style right away. His entire body transformed into a demon blade, slashing across the world.
"Pfft"
A spray of blood flew. He cleaved a great hand in two. Blood splattered, and the severed hand fell through the long sky.
A furious roar came. The arm, severed at the wrist, quickly retreated, vanishing into the void. It had suffered a severe loss, staining the world with blood.
"Swish"
Five-Colored Divine Radiance flashed. Peacock King appeared, multicolored light shooting into the sky, sweeping away the owners of the great hands—the blurry figures standing in the void.
In the distance, people gasped. The Heavenly Demon Body, Dongfang Ye, and others who had once roamed the world had all become kings of their domains. Add to that the Peacock King, an old-established demon king, with such protection, who dared to touch Tong Tong?
"Even though the Sacred Body has left, his disciple is not someone to bully. These old friends of his are now Dao-Cutters ruling over their own territories."
Not to mention others, just these three standing in the field would make many powerful figures headache and fear. Any one of them could dominate a region.
"What a show of authority. Three kings appear together to stand up for a junior. Just a disciple of the Sacred Body—is it worth it?" From the distant sky came a cold sneer, the tone unfriendly. Two people walked over.
Yao Yuekong said coldly, "Some people don't know their place. This was originally a duel between juniors, but they had to meddle, trying to strangle a genius. And they still have the nerve to blame others."
"There are always shameless people in this world. They have to interfere in the affairs of juniors, forcing us to step in." Dongfang Ye spoke bluntly, very impolitely.
"Tong Tong, go back first. Let your uncles and elders 'catch up' with them," Peacock King said.
"Thank you, Grandfather Peacock King. It's fine. I'll just watch from the side for a while and then leave." Ye Tong smiled shyly.
When not fighting, he looked very refined, with a harmless appearance, completely different from his wild and domineering demeanor just moments ago.
"Heh, Dao-Cutters 'catching up,' and a little brat dares to get involved. Doesn't know how to die." The newcomers sneered coldly.
These were two very imposing men, full of energy and spirit. Divine flames flickered between their brows, and one of them even had a single horn growing from his forehead bone, as if a deity stood there.
"They are the two great generals of the Celestial Prince. In this age when saints do not appear, wherever they go, all races revere them. They are hard to find opponents in the world."
"It's actually these two. They represent the will of the Celestial Prince. They are powerful. In recent years, they have swept through all heroes, killing countless overlords."
Everyone's expressions changed. These were two people with great backgrounds, famous experts among the Ancient Clan. They had joined the Celestial Prince and were now almost untouchable.
"What Dao-Cutters? Black Emperor said that sooner or later, he'll catch you as war pets." Ye Tong taunted, standing his ground. Facing two outstanding Dao-Cutters, he showed no fear.
Mentioning the big black dog made everyone's foreheads darken with black lines. The two Ancient Clan strong men had cold, murderous looks in their eyes.
"Sooner or later, we'll kill that thing!" one of them said coldly.
As soon as these two appeared, the few who had acted earlier also came forward. The situation was grim, with both sides on the verge of conflict.
"Heh, these past few years have been too peaceful. No battle passion, no romantic diversions to lighten things up. Today, it's finally getting interesting."
A man in silver-white battle armor, tall and slender, carrying a square-headed halberd on his back, walked over. He looked gentle, but occasionally, his eyes shot out soul-shaking light!
"This is the Little Prince of the Demon God Clan. He's one of the outstanding Dao-Cutters in recent years. Since his debut, he has never tasted defeat, invincible wherever he goes."
Not only did many human experts change color, but even the Ancient Clan members were moved. They hadn't expected another named Dao-Cutter to step in.
The Demon God Clan was a brilliant and powerful race. No one dared to take this clan name lightly. Although it had once declined, it always rose again. The Dao-Cutting Kings of this clan were not to be underestimated.
With the addition of the Celestial Prince's two capable generals, the three walked at the front, immediately blocking Dongfang Ye and Yao Yuekong.
The four behind them immediately gained confidence. Shrouded in hazy mist, they strode forward, intending to confront Ye Tong and the others, to strangle the genius.
"Nephew, go back," Dongfang Ye said. A battle among Dao-Cutters was sure to follow. If someone sacrificed a Saint Weapon, things would go terribly wrong.
"Alright, I'll leave right away," Ye Tong replied.
Yao Yuekong and the others weren't worried about Tong Tong. After all, he was a child raised by the big black dog. He had countless odds and ends on him. Any array platform could open a void gate for him to escape, and he might even counter-kill some people.
They knew the dog's temperament too well. Touch a single hair of it, and it would bite off ten pieces of your flesh. It would never let Tong Tong suffer a major loss.
"They say the Sacred Body is so formidable. I think it's just undeserved fame. Too bad he left more than ten years ago. Otherwise, the Celestial Prince would have turned him to ashes!"
The two powerful Dao-Cutters laughed loudly. Their words were arrogant. In their eyes, there was only the Celestial Prince. These years, they had faithfully followed by his side.
They knew well that the Celestial Prince had deep grudges with the Human Sacred Body from the past. Today, they wanted to provoke, to find an opportunity to kill Ye Fan's disciple.
When these two spoke, aside from a few who echoed, most people chose silence. Who would dare to say such things?
Back then, Ye Fan had truly carved out his reputation through slaughter. Before he left, in the battle at the Heavenly Severing Mountain Range, blood had directly dyed the mountain red, killing until the sun and moon lost their light.
Even Yuangu, an Ancient Emperor bloodline, and Hua Yunfei, a Banished Immortal-like figure, had been slain. His fearsome reputation was built entirely on real combat.
Ye Tong sneered coldly, "My master left more than ten years ago. Only now do you dare to say such things. Why didn't you jump out back then? I would have killed you all cleanly!"
These two sneered repeatedly but didn't bother with a war of words. They strode forward. Dongfang Ye and the others' faces darkened, immediately blocking their path.
"In just five years, I can fight the world on behalf of my master. Whoever among you comes, I'll take them on!" Ye Tong said, his words crisp and ear-shattering.
Everyone's expressions changed. The murderous intent in their eyes toward Tong Tong grew even stronger. They all wanted to strike ruthlessly, to strangle him.
In the distance, the crowd exchanged glances, all shocked. Fighting the world on behalf of his master—this made everyone's minds tremble.
"The Sacred Body has left, but he has trained a good disciple, continuing his momentum," many sighed.
"Boom"
An astonishing aura spread, like strands of ancient saintly might. People were startled. Both sides might use Saint Weapons.
Dongfang Ye, Yao Yuekong, and the others faced off against the Celestial Prince's two capable generals and the Demon God Clan's Little Prince. No one dared to act rashly. If they truly sacrificed Saint Weapons, things would escalate.
However, the four beside them didn't stop. They all charged at Tong Tong together.
"Uncles and elders, I'll go back now. Thank you for today," Ye Tong said, taking his leave from Dongfang Ye and Peacock King, preparing to use an altar to open a void gate and leave.
In the distance, divine radiance flickered in Ye Fan's eyes. These Dao-Cutters were going too far, bullying the weak with their strength, forcing his disciple to flee.
At this moment, Dongfang Ye and Yao Yuekong were locked in a standoff with their opponents, wary of Saint Weapon attacks, not daring to move rashly.
A flash of light appeared in Ye Fan's palm. A black spear materialized. He strode forward, step by step, arriving at the center of the battlefield.
The sudden appearance of this man startled many cultivators. They didn't know which side he belonged to or who he would strike.
"All of you, leave your lives behind." Ye Fan's calm words carried a powerful deterrent force as he swept his gaze over the four Dao-Cutters ahead.
The crowd was shocked. This was clearly another person stepping up for Ye Tong. But why had they never seen him before? No one could recognize him.
"Who are you? What do you think you are, to speak so arrogantly?"
"Even if Ye Fan himself came back, I doubt he'd dare to talk like this!"
"The Human Sacred Body is in the past. His name is buried in the dust of history. Yet you insist on standing up for his disciple. You don't know when to back off!"
The four Dao-Cutters had cold, ruthless expressions, their faces full of indifference and cruelty.
Ye Fan said nothing. He thrust his spear forward. This thrust was simple and unadorned, natural and plain. No Great Dao resonated, no immense divine power surged. Yet it made the four change color on the spot.
They knew they had encountered a terrifying expert!
All four of them went all out, trying to join forces to kill Ye Fan. But the turn of events caught everyone off guard.
One thrust!
Just one thrust!
The clang of metal shook heaven and earth. Blood blossomed. A miserable scream rang out, making everyone's hair stand on end.
The black spear in Ye Fan's hand pierced through a Dao-Cutter, pinning him high in midair. Blood dripped. This king struggled on the spear but couldn't break free.
This scene stunned everyone. Every cultivator felt their soul tremble with fear. What kind of person was this?!
One spear thrust. At first, it was plain and unremarkable. But in the final instant, it made mountains and rivers lose color, the sun and moon dim. With just one thrust, he had impaled and killed a powerful Dao-Cutting King!
Ye Fan stood there like a demon god. The other Dao-Cutters felt a chill run down their spines. Trembling, they retreated, truly terrified.
"It's him! It's that living fossil from the Wanchu Holy Land. He has now cut the Dao and risen to become a king!"
Someone exclaimed, recognizing the expert who had been pierced through, now revealing his true face.
Ye Fan's expression was blank. Holding the spear with one hand, he carried the impaled Dao-Cutting King toward the Wanchu Holy Land crowd. Their bodies turned ice-cold.
His spear was like a mountain of ten thousand jun, pressing down on the hearts of everyone in this Holy Land. As he walked step by step, their minds felt on the verge of shattering.
Ye Fan advanced like he was entering an empty land. Raising his spear, he approached this group, his expression extremely cold as he stared at each person.
At this moment, silence reigned. The people of Wanchu Holy Land broke out in cold sweat. They hadn't expected that after one of their elders acted, he would meet such an end.
Ye Fan raised the spear high, pinning the king, then tilted it forward, almost pressing it against the body of the Holy Lord of this sect.
He said nothing. His eyes were only cold. He responded with action. Before the eyes of the entire world, carrying their king on his spear—this was a loud, murderous slap in the face!
Everyone was silent. No one spoke, not even daring to breathe. They watched intently.
This was one man intimidating an entire Holy Land.
"Bang"
The black spear in Ye Fan's hand trembled. The Dao-Cutting living fossil exploded on the spot. Blood splattered, turning into a large patch of broken bones and bloody rain, staining the sky red.
This was naked intimidation. Carrying a Holy Land's king on his spear, he killed him right before their sect leader's eyes!
Ye Fan's first small battle after his return. Shedding tears, he says, to avoid pain, please scatter ***. He doesn't want to call out, but he will burst if he doesn't.
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